Bittersweet Memories

A reminder of what once was

Walking through these hallowed halls,

I fling my thoughts at weary walls.

I pace around the frosty floors,

past the glazed glass and dormant doors.

The people with whom I used to toast

have all become to me but ghosts.

I didn't want our days to end,

but I can truly feel when I've lost a friend.

I regret the things I never said,

the futures that played out in my head.

I can't remember all of them now,

despite their dazzling hues...

But I can tell somehow,

that maybe you had them too.

Sometimes the thoughts bounce back at me, 

as I leave the places we used to meet.

They remind me of the things we said,

and the friends we used to greet.

I hold on to those memories

with as much fondness as I can,

but even amidst the reveries 

and the burdens of this old man,

the summaries of all our feats

can't help but remain bittersweet.